Elemental Wizard of Hogwarts

Chapter 417 War Prelude·Declaration of War

The sudden change surprised both Dumbledore and Voldemort. The two of them tacitly put down their momentum temporarily. The difference was that Dumbledore looked at the huge army of patron saints with a smile. It looked like Voldemort was as uncomfortable as if his household register had died.

Dumbledore's frown, which he had frowned for a long time, relaxed the moment he saw the Patronus. He smiled and looked at Voldemort, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Tom, it's your turn now. I'll give you back what you said. As long as you give up, how about I guarantee the safety of those Death Eaters?"

Dumbledore's face was full of smiles, but the words he asked were heart-wrenching. Both Dumbledore and Voldemort knew that Voldemort would not care about the lives of those Death Eaters at all. No matter how Voldemort answered, for It's not a good outcome for Voldemort.

Fortunately, there were no Death Eaters here. Voldemort only had a dark face and did not pay attention to Dumbledore's teasing. Instead, he stared at the direction in which the patron saints were flying. He could feel it. The thunderbird patron saint is definitely not an ordinary patron saint.

Dumbledore did not continue to ask questions, but stood not far from Voldemort with an incomprehensible smile on his face, guarding against all Voldemort's moves.

After a while, the sound of neat footsteps came out from the depths of the corridor where there were no longer any Dementors. Slowly, the masters of those footsteps gradually appeared between Dumbledore and Voldemort. in front of my eyes.

The leader was Ciel, who was pale but had firm eyes. Behind Ciel were the members of Team 141, who were a little pale but still looked to be in much better condition, namely Harry, Hermione and others.

Behind Team 141 were four neat formations of Hogwarts students wearing armor representing their respective schools. They looked extremely neat.

The students from the four colleges were like soldiers on the battlefield, neatly following behind Ciel and Team 141. The most eye-catching figure in the entire Hogwarts Legion was Ciel, who was carrying a handful of Bobo. Sand followed Hermione behind Ciel.

If Charles was compared to the commander-in-chief of the legion, then Hermione stood behind Charles like a heroic female general, staring at Voldemort not far away without any fear.

Seeing such a scene, both Voldemort and Dumbledore were stunned for a moment. What Voldemort didn't expect was that his ridicule would actually become a reality. The person who broke the battlefield he carefully created was actually Hogg. Watts' group of students.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, marveled at Ciel's courage, being able to drag almost all students to the battlefield willingly, and making these students willing to fight for their school.

In the end, Voldemort's eyes fell on the leader, Ciel.

"CHARLE LANCASTER!!!"

Voldemort almost clenched his molars and shouted out Ciel's name, and Ciel didn't panic at all. Although his face was still pale, his eyes when he looked at Voldemort were full of disdain.

"What's wrong, Bald Socket Man? Did you not expect that I would appear here or that Hogwarts would stand up and be your enemy? Ah, I understand! You didn't expect my existence the whole time, right? "

After listening to Ciel's words, Voldemort's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. In fact, Voldemort thought of Ciel's existence, but in Voldemort's imagination, Ciel should be guarding Hogwarts at this time, or in other words. He should be protected by Dumbledore at Hogwarts, he should not appear here, and he still appears here with almost all the students of Hogwarts.

As for the students behind Charles, they were a little scared when they saw Voldemort with a snake face at first, especially when Voldemort looked at his own direction.

But with the appearance of Ciel's words about the bald socket man, although the little wizards present did not understand what Ciel was talking about, they understood what Ciel meant by the bald socket man.

Don't tell me, it's so damn similar!

I don't know who couldn't hold it back, but burst out laughing first, and then the laughter spread quickly like a virus. Everyone laughed and laughed while carrying Voldemort's abnormally white bald head.

Even Dumbledore, who was standing not far from Voldemort, couldn't help but smile.

Voldemort stared at Ciel who was standing in the front, his eyes full of resentment. To be honest, if Dumbledore wasn't standing not far away at this moment, Ciel was also standing in front of everyone, relying on his With the harsh ridicule in Voldemort's ears, none of those little wizards would be able to escape, and they would all be avatared one by one by Voldemort.

Knowing that there was no point in continuing his plan, Voldemort also began to think about retreating, but on the surface Voldemort was still staring at Ciel who was standing at the front of the team.

"Laugh, Ciel, you can make fun of me all you want, but believe me, one day, I will destroy that castle with my own hands!"

Voldemort said fiercely to Charles and Dumbledore, while falling asleep, Voldemort's wand was carried behind his back to cancel the magic circle he had set up in the Ministry of Magic without leaving a trace.

There were too many people present. Even if he mastered the undead magic, he would not be able to withstand so many young wizards. Even if one person had a prank magic, the quantity would change due to the stacking of numbers, not to mention that there were Dumbledore and Xia Xia on the scene. You two.

Ciel didn't have the slightest idea about Voldemort's harsh words. Even driven by Ciel's words about the bald socket man, the little wizard behind Ciel didn't feel any fear.

Not only that, everyone was staring at Voldemort fiercely, as if they were considering whether to take advantage of the large number of people to go up and give Voldemort a hard blow.

Regarding Voldemort's harsh words, Ciel shrugged his shoulders indifferently and joked in a relaxed tone.

"You should take care of your Death Eaters first. If nothing else happens, your Death Eaters should be being beaten by Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix at this time."

As soon as Ciel finished speaking, Voldemort's face turned even darker. Not only that, many of the young wizards standing behind Ciel had already drawn out their wands, preparing to seize this rare opportunity to bully the second generation Meguro. Demon King.

Just when all the little wizards were gearing up to take action, another change occurred very suddenly.

Fuki led most of the people in the Ministry of Magic, except the Aurors, to apparate into the square. Everyone looked at the countless dementors in the sky and the countless patron saints on the other side poking at Yahanako.

Of course, these are not the most important things. The most important thing is Voldemort standing not far from Dumbledore, opposite those little wizards!

Almost all the members of the Ministry of Magic turned extremely pale the moment they saw Voldemort, and some even sat down on the ground with their legs weak.

Voldemort naturally seized this fleeting opportunity and disappeared directly with a burst of space distortion.

Neither Charles nor Dumbledore nor anyone from the Ministry of Magic had any objection to Voldemort's departure.

Putting aside the frightened members of the Ministry of Magic, Charles had no energy left to prevent Voldemort from leaving. He just brought almost the entire Hogwarts people to Magic. The whole department has almost exhausted all its energy.

Even the released Patronus was held on by willpower. The moment Voldemort left, Charles felt his eyes darken and he fell into a warm embrace.

As for Dumbledore, there were many reasons. On the one hand, he didn't want the students to be harmed by Voldemort, and more importantly, he was worried about what happened to the Order of the Phoenix. That side was definitely not as easy as Ciel said. Letting Voldemort leave can be regarded as an exchange of interests that makes Voldemort suffer a small loss.

Until everything was settled, the students at Hogwarts over there took the initiative to organize to clean up the dementors in the Ministry of Magic. The people of Team 141 were at a loss to take care of the fainted Ciel, standing there. Fudge, who was at the front of everyone in the Ministry of Magic, came tremblingly in front of Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, that person, is that person? He is back?"

Fuki's tone was trembling, as if he didn't want to accept the established fact at all.

Dumbledore just glanced at Fudge, who was wearing a nightgown, and then turned his attention to the four square teams at Hogwarts who were cleaning up the dementors, and answered as if talking to himself. Fuji's problem.

"He has come back a long time ago. I have told you countless times, Fuji, the war has already started!"